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She yawned. “Maybe I shouldn’t teach today.”
“Good call,” he replied on a relieved breath as he exited the vehicle.
“I’ll let Joyce and Bartholomew do the lesson,” she answered as he helped her out.
He couldn’t let her do that either.
Think, think, think.
He unlocked the door and held it for her. “Let me teach the lesson. I can be…” He wracked his brain. “Landy Candy. What do you say? You rest, and I’ll give teaching a whirl?”
He’d never taught a day in his life, but he couldn’t do worse than someone who talked to their hands and, if given the opportunity, would take a bite out of the rafters.
She handed him her tote, plopped onto the couch, then studied her hand. “Joyce agrees with you. She thinks you’d be a terrific teacher.”
“Really? Joyce said that?” He’d never been so happy to have an appendage in his corner.
“I’ll rest my eyes for a minute, then we’ll eat some ceiling cake and figure out where Babs has the unicorns hidden. I think Aria would like a unicorn.”
“Who wouldn’t?” he answered, gazing down at this amazing spitfire of a woman.
“Everything you need is on top of the piano. And you start by singing, ‘do, re, mi, sing with me,’” she instructed, curling up like a cat.
He grabbed a quilt off a chair and covered her.
She hummed a contented little sound. “I can see why those fans have signs at your concerts that sayMarry Me, Landon Paige. You’re a pretty good husband…for a musician.”
“Pretty good?” he teased, feeling a pang in his chest as he stroked her cheek.
The whisper of a sassy smirk pulled at the corners of her lips before her features relaxed and her breathing slowed.
Hopefully, she’d wake up and ask for bonbons instead of ceiling cake and ball sac cookies.
He blew out a slow breath, then took her laptop to the piano. Something odd happened as he settled himself on the bench. A lightness took over. Thanks to his learning issues, he’d never enjoyed school, but he genuinely wanted to teach this music lesson. He opened her laptop, downloaded the helpful font recommended by Aria’s teacher, then went to Harper’s LookyLoo page. Thelive videobutton flashed at the bottom as if it were challenging him.
His pulse kicked up. But it wasn’t the usual anxiety he experienced when it came to learning.
No, this wasn’t fear. It was excitement.
He hovered the cursor over the flashing live-video button, held his breath, and clicked it.
A recording icon flashed at the top of the screen as a gentle ping announced the arrival of viewers.
And there was no turning back now.
He dialed up his grin. “Do, re, mi, sing with me. Hey there, musicians, I’m Landy Candy.”
